"McGee," Tony called out to his partner after nurses rushed into the stairwell. Tim spun around toward him. "I need you to take him," he motioned to Sam.

"Gibbs told me to-"

"Please, McGee..." his eyes pleaded with him, and Tim could sense the panic in his voice. His brow furrowed as he walked toward him. Tony seemed out of breath.

"You okay?"

"I just... please take him..." McGee grabbed Sam's arm and Tony nodded in appreciation. He watched as Tony moved toward the stairwell and stopped as a gurney was wheeled in before him.

As McGee entered the elevator with Sam, he turned and saw Ziva being wheeled out of the stairwell on the gurney. Gibbs walked out after them, turning to see Tony, and glancing at McGee as the elevator door closed...

"What'd they say, Boss?" Tony asked Gibbs as his hands planted on his sides.

"I don't...I don't understand," he breathed; his hands falling to his knees as he hunched over in effort to capture his breath back. "What's happening to her?"

"Calm down, DiNozzo," he said, leading him to sit in a chair that sat against the wall next to the stairwell entrance.

"Sorry, Boss. Don't know... Think I might be-"

"Having a panic attack?" he asked as he sat next to him. Tony looked at him in question. "Ducky told me about what happened with your tests," he told him. "Just gotta calm down."

"Trying," he said as he looked down at the floor. He was embarrassed, but mostly afraid of the uncertainty of what had happened to Ziva. Gibbs watched his agent as he began to regain control of his breathing. A nurse came into his view carrying a cup of water, and Gibbs accepted it for Tony and nodded to her.

"Here," Gibbs touched his shoulder as he handed him the water.

"Thanks," he replied. He took a small sip of the liquid and set the cup down in the empty seat beside him. His hands now free, he rubbed them over his face as he leaned back in the chair.

"I gotta tell you something, Boss," he said without looking at him. "I kinda broke one of the rules..."

"Number twelve," he replied, knowingly. Tony looked over at him in surprise. Gibbs cocked his head.

"We were careful not to let it show..." he argued.

"I know," Gibbs smirked.

"Then how did you...?" Tony stopped short of his question when he met Gibbs' eyes. "Right," he looked back down at his lap. He should have known better than to think they could hide anything from him. He let out a small laugh as he reached into his suit coat. "I had this big dinner planned tonight," he said as he pulled a small black box from his inside pocket and fondled it in his hands. Gibbs glanced down at it before looking back at his agent's face. "Little Italian food, some Merlot," he swallowed, opening the box. "I know how you feel about marriage, Boss," he let out another small laugh. "But, I was gonna propose to her tonight..."

It was Gibbs' turn to swallow. He watched as Tony picked the small circle up in his fingers. It was white gold, to match the color of her necklace she'd never take off. Tony's smile faded as his eyes focused somewhere past the ring. "What if the test was wrong?" he asked in barely a whisper. Gibbs felt a pang in his chest. "What if my results were wrong and I made her sick?" he looked over at his boss.

"Abby did some double-checking of her own," Gibbs told him. "You know her; she wouldn't leave a rock unturned." He looked at Gibbs for a long moment. "We've been working pretty hard for the past couple of weeks. She might just be over-tired."

"Maybe..." he looked back down as he placed the ring back in the box and closed it up, sticking it back in his coat pocket. "What do I do now?" he asked no one in particular.

"You wait," he answered, "And you do what you planned on doing." Tony looked back over at him.

"What? You're encouraging me to propose?" he smirked. Gibbs returned the smirk and looked away in front of him.

"Can't stop you." Tony grinned and looked down at the floor. "I don't think I'd trust anybody else with her," he said and looked back over at him. Tony met his eyes, once again surprised at Gibbs' words. His eyes darted back and forth between his boss's. He couldn't think of a nicer thing he'd ever said to him.

But before he could respond, a doctor came up to them and his line of sight focused up at him. "Are you the two agents who were here with Miss David?" he asked.

"Yeah," Tony replied, and both agents stood up. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine for the moment," he said. "Seems she lost consciousness for a little under three minutes. Her blood pressure was a bit low, which concerned us. We're running some blood tests while we try and find her a room."

"Can we see her?" Gibbs asked.

"It's probably best if we let her rest for a while. She gave us two numbers; one for an Anthony DiNozzo and for a Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Is that you two?"

"Yeah," Tony answered.

"If you wanna head down to the cafeteria, I'll have my nurse call you when we have a room for her."

"Okay," Gibbs replied and turned to Tony as the doctor walked away. "C'mon. I'll buy you a cup of coffee."

*~.~*

McGee had finished processing the Lieutenant Commander and was sitting at his desk, trying to fill out a report on the day's incidents. But his mind kept wandering to the agents that weren't there in the bullpen with him.

He had been standing behind Ziva when she started to fall. He cursed himself for not responding quickly enough to reach out and catch her himself. He was worried about her. And Tony...the look on his face at the hospital...It seemed like they'd just gotten past all the chaos, and now it was returning. They'd seemed so happy that morning...

*~.~*

They sat there at the small table near the back of the cafeteria. Gibbs observed the people coming in and out of the room as Tony tapped the outside of his half-empty Styrofoam cup. Both of their phones were on the table, and every few minutes they would press a random button to light up the screen and check for calls.

Gibbs pondered the possibility of calling Ducky. Tony desperately tried not to think of what could possibly be wrong with the woman he loved. Both of them were becoming impatient.

"War?" A look of question was brought to Tony's face at his boss's statement. "Gift shop has cards." But just as the thought of the game peaked his interest, his phone rang.

"DiNozzo," he answered. He looked at Gibbs as he listened to the nurse on the other line. "Thanks," he ended the call and stood. "Second floor," he told him, and they headed to the elevator.

*~.~*

Ziva sat up in the hospital bed, quite aggravated that she had to be there. She was even more upset that they had made Tony and Gibbs wait around holding their breath instead of letting them see her. She had already put her clothes back on after they were finished drawing blood for the second time. Now she was waiting for them to let her leave.

"Zee?" Tony walked into the room with Gibbs and she looked over.

"How ya feelin'?" Gibbs asked as he approached the end of the bed.

"I am fine. I am sorry they made you wait," she explained as she swung her legs off the side of the bed where Tony stood.

"You should lie down," Tony told her as she looked at his worried eyes.

"Tony, I am fine," she argued. "I skipped breakfast, and left my coffee on my desk when we ran out this morning."

"You always skip breakfast." She squinted at him, but her focus changed to the doctor that walked into the room with a clipboard. Tony turned at the same time as Gibbs, to look over at the man who'd entered the room.

"Miss David," he said, "I'm Dr. Reed. I have some test results for you." He glanced at the men in the room, "If you gentlemen would care to step out..."

"They can stay," she said, partly because they deserved to hear what he had to say, and partly because she was afraid to hear it alone. The doctor nodded after a moment and approached the bed.

"Your blood-sugar level was fairly low, which is why you fainted."

"Like I said, I skipped breakfast."

"You really shouldn't," the doctor retorted. "Especially with what we found to be the cause." He glanced around the room briefly before continuing. "Are you sure you want me to give you this news with them in the room?" Tony felt his heart skip. Ziva nodded after glancing at Gibbs. "Well, Miss David, we ran several blood tests, and only one thing came up positive." They all held their breath. "You're pregnant."

The doctor continued talking, explaining that she should set up an appointment with an OBGYN, and that he'd send her home with prenatal vitamins. But she could barely hear him. None of them could. Tony was looking directly at her, though her focus was on his chest, astonished and amazed...dumbfounded really, at the doctor's revelation.

Gibbs was speechless, just the same as his agents, as he looked back and forth between them. She had not so long ago told him she couldn't conceive. This was the last thing he'd expected to hear. And though this would change everything, he couldn't help but to feel elated for her.

Tony exchanged a frightened glance with Gibbs as the doctor walked out of the room. Ziva still hadn't responded to the news. Gibbs squinted for just a moment before turning to walk quietly from the room to give them a moment.

When Tony looked back at Ziva, she was looking up at him. Her eyes were glassy, and searching his. "Are you angry?" she asked quietly. He blinked rapidly as he immediately shook his head.

"I thought...I thought you couldn't?" he said in a small voice.

"I did not think this was possible," her voice shook as a tear threatened to spill. His hands went to her cheeks. His mind raced with his heart and he couldn't help the smile that started to burst from within him. And when she saw it, she was relieved; a smile appearing on her own face. The tears fell to her cheeks and he embraced her.

"Zee," his voice cracked as he spoke in pure joy. "We're...we're gonna have a baby," he pulled away, excitedly. His hand slid down to her belly as if he'd find something that wasn't there the night before. She watched his face intently as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

Then he pulled away and reached into his suit coat. "I was gonna save this for tonight, but..." he pulled the small box from his pocket and knelt down in front of her, opening the box. Her heart jumped as she realized what was happening, and before he could ask her, she slipped from the bed into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I love you, Ziva David..." he smiled against her ear. "Ziva DiNozzo," he tested the name. She laughed as she gently pulled away so she could kiss him. Then she felt him sliding the ring onto her finger and she looked down at it. "I know it's not much," he said. "I wanted to get you the biggest rock they had, but I couldn't wait that long to save up..."

"It is perfect," she said, and met his eyes again.

"Hospital floors are filthy," Gibbs said and they looked up at him as he walked into their view. "You gonna let the future mother of your child stay down there?" They both scrambled to their feet. Ziva's cheeks flushed pink as she looked up at his glare. But then he smirked and pulled her into a hug. "Congratulations, Ziver," he said, and kissed her forehead as he pulled away.

He looked at Tony, and Tony flinched as his hand came up and smacked him in the back of the head, lightly. "Don't mess it up, DiNozzo."

"You have my full permission to shoot me if I do," Tony replied. Gibbs turned away and headed for the door, a smirk playing on his lips...

End.

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